By James Patterson
2nd Chance reconvenes the Women's homicide membership, 4 pals (a detective, a reporter, an assistant district legal professional, and a health worker) who used their networking abilities, female instinct, wiles to unravel a baffling sequence of murders in 1st to Die. This time, the murders of 2 African americans, a bit lady and an previous girl, endure all of the indicators of a serial killer for Lindsay Boxer, newly promoted to lieutenant of San Francisco's murder squad. yet there is a strange element she unearths much more anxious: either sufferers have been concerning urban police officers. a logo glimpsed at either homicide scenes ends up in a racist hate crew, however the taunting killer moves repeatedly, leaving planned clues and eluding the police ever extra cleverly. meanwhile, all of the ladies has a private stake at risk--and the killer understands who they're.
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